CONFINEMENT

CH 65 - ENGAGEMENT PART IX

A simple horse-drawn carriage entered the courtyard of the governor's residence, where several people descended and marched towards the governor's residence. An old man followed by a few people behind him stepped towards the door of the magnificent building.

"Om Swastiatu, good afternoon, governor." said the old man still standing at the door while the people who followed him stood in line behind him.

"Let's Jero Mekel, please come in." said Mr. Timoti welcomed his guests who had just come and the eyes of the people in the room were fixed to see the arrival of the guests in front of him. The governor stepped forward to the door to let him know who had come.

Pak Nengah's entourage entered the room and it was seen the men taking off their footwear before going inside, seeing the incident, Mr. Bendowo and Mr. Haryo smiled cynically as well as the others who were in the room, prickly shoes occurred in the guest room.

"No need to take your footwear off, just wear it!" mister Timoti exclaimed to Mr. Nengah and his entourage.

"Leave it Tim, after all your servants will not bother cleaning the floor that is stepped on by them" interrupted someone from inside.

"So these are the guests you're gonna meet with us, Tim?" said Mr. Bendowo cynical after seeing the arrival of the group of Mr. Nengah. The governor just nodded his head with a look of dislike to hear Mr. Bendowo's question.

"Let's Jero, please sit down." said Mr. Timoti back.

Mr. Nengah who did not expect to get such a welcome said,

"Thank you sir, but will the clothes that are attached to our bodies not dirty the master's chair?" pak Nengah said to the governor to avenge Mr. Bendowo's insinuation.

Although he did not want a close relationship between Sariwati and Muhibbin, but the attitude shown by Mr. Bendowo made him ashamed before Mr. Nengah and his entourage. Mr. Timoti who is not happy with his guests at the words of Mr. Bendowo, "Have been, We have known each other for a long time, you do not need to hesitate, Jero." said the governor to Jero Mekel.

Finally, the entourage of Mr. Nengah was sitting in the chair in front of Mr. Timoti and his family. The feeling of Muhibbin who had been on his way to the governor's residence was mixed, making the young man only bowed to the words of one of the people sitting next to Mr. Timoti, while Suratmi and Cahaya are no less surprised at the welcome of the host family can only be silent.

"Include Jero, next to me, this is Mr. Bendowo and his wife Lady of Warika,"

"Kang Mas Bendowo and Mbak yu Warika this papi and mami Sariwati, young man who took care of my daughter from childhood."

"While at the end of it is Mr. Haryo and the mistress of Dewi and his son Seto Nugroho our relatives from Tidar Country" said Mr. Timoti introduced his family.

Mr. Nengah looked one by one at the people introduced by the governor but when his gaze turned to Mr. Bendowo, the papi from Sariwati looked at him cynically, while Muhibbin who heard the name Bendowo mentioned by the governor ventured to raise his face, the young man muttered inwardly,

"So this man named Mr. Bendowo, as told by Gus Aji Putra the old Balian from the banjar Gelumpang."

Muhibbin's chest thumped as Mr. Bendowo's sharp eyes aimed at him as if he wanted to swallow him raw. The young man lowered his head back.

"Well, now that it's all complete, I want to convey something to those present this afternoon" said Mr. Timoti again. The people in the room fell silent as the governor began the conversation.

"So this young man named Muhibbin, Jero?" ask Mr. Timoti to Mr. Nengah. The middle-aged man just nodded at the governor's question and Muhibbin's face deepened.

"I remember this young man who thwarted Setyanto and saved Sariwati's life during the chaos."

"The meeting this afternoon will discuss the future of our children, before we will kang mas Bendowo and mbak yu Warika I give a chance to talk, he said, it would be nice for Jero Mekel Nengah Wirata to give a word" the people who were present in the room were still listening to what the governor of the State of the Coast.

Calmly, sir Nengah Wirata sighed before starting his speech. The old man was seen whispering to Suratmi who was sitting between the Light and himself, The woman raised her palm inviting Jero Mekel to represent the intention of his presence in the residence of Mr. Timoti.

"This is the governor and the people I respect."

"Our arrival in the afternoon has the intention as I have personally conveyed to the governor yesterday afternoon" said pak nengah, as he had said, everyone was still silent on what the middle-aged man had said.

"Before I introduce our group." one by one Mr. Nengah introduced his entourage members to the family of Mr. Timoti, the governor threw a smile at Mr. Nengah and the family of Muhibbin.

"Our intention came in this afternoon as a continuation of my conversation with the governor as Congkog from the mother family of Suratmi and Nak Bagus Muhibbin, namely Ngun Dewun Esuk Anjejawah Sonten about whether Tembung Speaks more relationship continue between Nak Bagus Muhibbin and Ni Mas Sariwati received by a large family here?" said mr. Nengah.

At length Jero Mekel Nengah Wirata as the guardian trusted by the Muhibbin family expressed all his intentions, hearing the speech of the head of Batubulan village the governor as the biological father of Sariwati said,

"Jero Mekel, I apologize in advance. It is true that I am the real father of Sariwati but all this we have musyawarahkan in our family and who has the right to answer the intention that Jero conveyed earlier is kang mas Bendowo and mbak yu Wrika as papi and mami who took care of Sariwati since childhood."

Mr. Timoti's gaze was fixed on Mr. Bendowo and Mrs Warika. The man invited Mr. Bendowo to respond to the intentions of Muhibbin and his family.

Before asking, Bendowo looked fixedly at Muhibbin who was in front of him.

"So you're Muhibbin?" asked the man to the young man who had bowed before him.

"Rubber, sir." replied Muhibbin cirih.

"Before I respond to your intentions towards my daughter, I want to ask and make sure of some things to you and your family." added Bendowo and Muhibbin just glanced softly without daring to look at the face of the middle-aged man in front of her.

"I work to help take care of my foster father's cattle, sir."

"And besides that I make statues and paintings on the sidelines take care of livestock and take care of manau." Muhibbin replied stammering.

The sardonic smile on Bendowo's face heard the young man's reply before him. The man continued his question,

"Then what is the background of your biological parents and what are their daily activities and where do you come from?" coined.

"I'm just an old widow who doesn't work, sir."

"Muhibbin's late father was only a laborer on a coffee plantation belonging to the great royal family of the Emerald."

"We came from a land east of the barley island, the Land of the Serpent Stone."

Suratmi also spoke up to hear Mr. Bendowo's question.

"When you don't work, where do you and your child eat for a day?" tanya Bendowo looked one eye.

"Alhamdulillah even though we live a simple life, there is a patch of rice fields and gardens managed by my brother who also happened to be worked on by the santri-santri of the pesantren of my late in-laws, sir." answer Suratmi back.

"And from the work of my son Muhibbin sent to us every month." added the old woman.

Suratmi told me about her family background, mrs Warika and Mr. Timoti who had been silent to listen to the story of Muhibbin's mother aroused a feeling of admiration for the family of the young man even though his life was not as glamorous as the life of the Harsuto dynasty family who struggled with property and facilities, and the family was not as glamorous as the family, that attitude is contrary to the attitude of Bendowo as the holder and heir to the power of the current Harsuto dynasty, the man looks haughty and cynical looking at the eyes of the people in front of him.

"Only a patch of rice fields and gardens and income as a cattle worker, you dare to propose to my daughter?"

"What do you want my son to eat?"

"You know who I am and who Sariwati is?" bendowo said, the atmosphere in the room grew stiffer and the middle-aged man said back, saying,

"Do you know who owns the coffee plantation you call the Emerald royal family?"

"That's all mine!"

"You've lived all this time, I'm the salary!" bendowo's voice is rising.

All who were in the room were silent and surprised by the reaction shown by Mr. Bendowo, especially Muhibbin and his family, Jero Mekel as the guardian of his adopted son was caught off guard by what he heard, the old man said,

"Treasures and thrones cannot guarantee happiness to their owners, sir."

"The pride of small people is when they can be honest and uphold morals as honor." said jero balian chimed in the words of Mr. Bendowo.

"We as parents can only agree and bless the love of our children, sir." he added.

Mr. Bendowo who heard the refutation and insinuations of Jero Mekel increasingly riled up and went up apitam, the ruler of the Garuda Gold dynasty said fieryly,

"Get me!"

"Living not only with love, throne and wealth is also very necessary."

"Which morals can't be bought with treasure?"

"Which honor cannot be achieved with the throne?"

"And you're a young man!"

"Your eyes can still see clearly, whose son did you edit?"

"You should be able to measure the height of the mountain and the depth of the ocean unless your eyesight is as blind as your parents!" peekit Bendowo's.

 

*The dew of Tomorrow Anjejawah Sonten: reconfirm the previous conversation